Edna St. Vincent Millay — The Dream

Love, if I weep it will not matter,        &nbspAnd if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to think about it,        &nbspBut it is good to feel you there. Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,—        &nbspWhite and awful the moonlight reached Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,        &nbspThere was a shutter loose,—it screeched! Swung in the wind,—and no wind blowing!—        &nbspI was afraid, and turned to you, Put out my hand to you for comfort,—        &nbspAnd you were gone! Cold, cold as dew, Under my hand the moonlight lay!        &nbspLove, if you laugh I shall not care, But if I weep it will not matter,—        &nbspAh, it is good to feel you there!